-Annie-
-Two Months Later: October 17-
In an effort to make things even easier for me, I have decided to just agree to go to the dance with Rick. I can’t even deal with his whining anymore. I don’t even want to date the high school quarterback.
I know what you’re thinking: You’re dating the high school quarterback?! Why in the world are you whining?! You are so ungrateful!
Well, he’s a douche-bag. Enough said.
The problem with him is that when you spend time with him and his friends, he’s a ton of fun, but he’s just not very nice... to anyone that’s not a jock or cheerleader.
And to me, that just doesn’t seem right. But, I can’t help but think like he’d make my life a living hell if I broke up with him.
“So, you’re going with him?” my lab partner, Clark asks me as he puts some mysterious blue liquid in the test tube.
“Yeah, of course I am!” I give a fake smile, and a cup of water to him.
He pours the water in, and the tube bubbles. “Well, you’ve said to me that you think he’s just so annoying,” he puts up air quotes and imitates my high, girlish voice very badly.
“Well, I feel like I should give him another chance.”
He sighs heavy. “I see.” He takes off his protective goggles. “I think you should dump him and date someone better. Like me!” He gives a corny smile.
I chuckle. “Clark Jason, you are quite the character.”
“You know that we have things in common though!” His smile gets bigger. He should be a professional salesman. “When you first arrived here as a sophomore starting a new school this year, I was your first friend!”
“Very true, but I just don’t see why that has to mean you have to be my boyfriend.” I grin back at him. “Besides, we were forced to be friends. We’re science partners.”
“Hey - its not your fault you got paired up with the geekiest, smartest, funniest, nerdiest, dorkiest, and most confident nerd in school!” He rolls his eyes. “But it is your fault you’re dating the biggest jerk-of-a-jock Ricky.”
He called him Ricky when he was irritated with Rick or me.
“Ricky has absolutely nothing to do with you being all strung up today. You are just mad that I’m not going to the dance with you!”
“Uh - duh!” He folds his arms. “I am a junior and I have never had a date to the dance. Not even my cousin wanted to go with me! So, when a pretty girl - the cheerleader co-captain - is friends with me, I was kind of hoping she might want to go with me... but, no. You’re going with the captain of the football team. How, predictable is that?” He chuckles slightly. “Good thing he’s a senior this year. He’ll be long gone at whichever community college accepts him next year.”
I’m silent, trying to think of something to say. The Crystal-Mountain rain pings against the science lab windows. I watch droplets race to the bottom of the glass. “He’s smart.” I respond.
He looks at the drops with me and we witness the smaller guy beat the big one. This wasn’t the case.
“I guess he’s smart enough to be able to get a date with you.”
Backhanded compliment?
I glance at the analog clock. “When the hell is this class over?”
“You might want to focus on what I’m doing. You have an F in science.”
“Can you help me after school or something? Like, tutor me?”
“A much as I would love to tutor you, the lovely Hillary Martin is coming over to my house to work on our history project and to get away from her witch of a mother.”
“Hey, be nice to her mother.”
“I am! I replace the letter B with a W!” He laughs. “But, anyways, I can’t tutor you today.”
I don’t know much personally about Hillary, but her part in our high school musical is school slut. She used to go to Oak Harbor High School but transferred back here at the beginning of this year. I’ve heard that she fights a lot with her mom, so she’s looking for love in guys. A lot of guys. For some reason Clark and her became close friends really quickly. Clark tells me that their relationship is not physical or romantic at all. Merely a friendship. I guess I’m forced to believe him - but, I can’t help but wonder what exactly is the project they’re working on.
Whatever is going on at her house with her mother, Clark says it’s not very good.
“Class is over, Annie.” Clark licks his lips and grabs his backpack. Clark has his annoying habit of licking his lips and every once in a while you can see a slight red ring around his lips.
“Oh, okay.” I walked out the door with him, and just out of the blue came Ricky-poo.
“DAMN my girlfriend look fine today!” He yells out and grabs me tightly.
Clark rolls his eyes and scoffs. “See ya later, Annie.”
“Yeah, see ya, dork-wad!” Rick chimes back to him. He proceeds to suck my face in front of what seems like the entire school. “Listen, babe, the dress that you’re wearing for homecoming-” he looks deep into my eyes. “I want to be able to see you rock that cleavage of yours.”
I sigh into his ear. “Sure, whatever.” I whisper. I get away from his grab and begin to speed walk away from him.
I turn the corner of the crowded salmon river hallway to see an oh-so-handsome Bowen Davis putting up a homecoming poster. I dash over to him. “What goes, Bo?”
He grins over to me. “Just putting up a poster. Where’s Rick?” He hops down from his small three-step ladder.
“Oh, I ditched him.”
“Why?”
“He said he wanted my homecoming dress to show my, ‘rocking cleavage.’” I rolled my eyes into my head.
“Well, for the record, any girl’s cleavage rocks.” He folds up the ladder and tucks it under his toned arm. “Speaking of girls, I have to get back to my bodacious girlfriend, Valarie.”
Right. I forgot that Bowen is dating Valarie Richards. The most beautiful, busty, and funniest girl in school. She doesn’t really show anyone, though. She doesn’t wear make-up, she wears hoodies, and she is a slight introvert when you first meet her. I’ve only talked to her once, and she made my milk go up my nose. Every girl wants to date Bo, but there would be no possible way he would dump Valarie.
I remember hearing that she dated Clark briefly eighth grade. I also heard Denise Beams ate a can of Pepsi.
So, I don’t what’s true or not.
But, Clark said he’s never kissed a girl before, so I guess the relationship didn’t end well.
“You guys going to homecoming?” I ask one last question to the Bo-God.
“Yup. I guess I’ll see you and your cleavage there. See ya!” He waves his hand back and forth and skips off to his girlfriend.
The bell ring for the next class as I get a text message.
Its from Rick.
How exactly does flirting with Bowen help you get a dress?
